“I don’t need a cloak to become invisible,” Dumbledore, in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling
I hate not to be heard. I feel invalidated. The anger that rises within me is out of proportion to the situation. Why?
Without finding an answer I can still reach equilibrium.
I can know that I am loved by myself and others. I can understand that others’ distance, disinterest or deafness is not a personal affront to me. Even when it is directed toward me it rarely comes from ill-intent or lack of love.
The first thing I must do for myself is understand that I have what I need within me. That if necessary I can pour my love and connection into a vacuum and still be a whole person. I cannot be diminished by others or by their actions.
Then I want to examine myself and my own behavior. I must sometimes be guilty of the same behavior that I rebel against. Do I always listen? Do I always hear? Am I paying attention? Am I present?
Still time enough to explore the sore spots that feel re-injured when my voice doesn’t carry.